The quadruplets turned 2 today. If I'm reading correctly (I haven't read much German in the last decade+) they were 15 weeks premature, and are mostly fine, other than some mild eye problems. Though I'm a little confused, because the article did say just before that that one of the kids needed to be operated on right away, and that another one had a brain hemorrhage and needs some sort of something (pressure vent?) to deal with that, but I guess those things are non-issues? Maybe I should use Google translate. Regardless, I can't imagine dealing with four 2yos at 67yo...

DW: "What strange corner of the internet did you find tonight?" (she'd noticed me watching the Scottish sword dance thing earlier as well). And then she misunderstood me and thought I said this thread was started 3 days ago and has 1890 pages (I said this thread was started 3 days after I joined this board). After explaining some more (I may have mentioned the words "stream of consciousness"), she said some anthropologist will be very interested in this thread at some point in the future and write a dissertation about it.

I just got home from picking DS6 up from 'ninja night' at his karate studio. I thought 'ninja night' meant they were all going to dress in black and assassinate someone, but apparently it meant pizza and dodgeball.

Dh and I had a date tonight. Just a dessert date. Difficult DS had a school dance, so we had dinner at home and then took him to the dance, put the rest of the kids in front of the electronic babysitter with bowls of ice cream and used up the rest of our Baskin Robbins gift card. We were only gone a little more than an hour, but it sure felt nice to get away. I had this new kind of cookie dough ice cream in a waffle cone. It was very good.

I just got home from picking DS6 up from 'ninja night' at his karate studio. I thought 'ninja night' meant they were all going to dress in black and assassinate someone, but apparently it meant pizza and dodgeball.

Peeee-yew!!!! We live about a quarter mile from the river and there are critters down there. Tonight something scare a skunk!! I'm closing all the windows and I am not very happy about it, since it is delightfully cool outside, but that skunk smell is potent!!

Today is dd18's graduation ceremony and reception at the home school tutorial. We are using ds21's diploma because dd won't get hers for another couple of weeks. I think I'll insert a piece of paper with "A + + + + + + +" written in red marker. Dd will recognize it from Ralphie's daydream in The Christmas Story.

After explaining some more (I may have mentioned the words "stream of consciousness"), she said some anthropologist will be very interested in this thread at some point in the future and write a dissertation about it.

SWB is writing an "inspired by true events" ITT novel. Movie rights have already been sold.

DH is at work. I have a Cut-and-Color at 11:00 and a bunch of pictures of a chin length Bob to show my hair dresser.

This afternoon DS is having a bunch of boys from his class over to work on a video they are supposed to make for his history class. I am dreading this. They are all nice kids and I know all the reasons why I should have his friends over, blah blah blah, which is why I bought a couple of 2-liters of soda and some chips and will put on a nice smile and do my best to be a great mom-hostess. But, the reality is, having a bunch of kids over completely stresses me out.

Dd is counting how many times I complain. So in an effort to make my point that I hardly ever complain, I have been stingy with my complaints. But then today I came across a rash of idiot drivers.

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Talking at the idiot drivers, whom you know can't hear you at all, is a way of venting frustration in the immediate moment so it won't continue to distract you in later minutes. This, therefore, does NOT count as complaining because it is a stress- and distraction-management technique that can be deployed for quick effect while doing the critical multi-tasking that is driving. She might not understand this until SHE is driving around and has to deal with all of the idiot drivers.

Today is dd18's graduation ceremony and reception at the home school tutorial. We are using ds21's diploma because dd won't get hers for another couple of weeks. I think I'll insert a piece of paper with "A + + + + + + +" written in red marker. Dd will recognize it from Ralphie's daydream in The Christmas Story.

I wasn't at all gentle last night as I was shifting about trying to get to sleep. My cat not only decided she HAD to sleep on top of me, every time I shifted to relieve some spot jabbed by her elbow or something she shifted to make sure other spots were getting jabbed just as hard. My feet started coming into play. Either she was going to move to the corner at the foot of the bed or she was going to get off.

Sometimes she decides to sleep on my chest if I am on my back, or beside me and right in my face if I am on my side. When she does that I wrap both arms around her to hug and cuddle. She hates that -- doesn't like being confined or restricted. She quickly moves away, purring to reassure me she still loves me but can't tolerate the clinginess.

I I'm lucky she will either remember her big bed manners, or she will go back to her blankets on the foot of DD12's bed.

DW: "What strange corner of the internet did you find tonight?" (she'd noticed me watching the Scottish sword dance thing earlier as well). And then she misunderstood me and thought I said this thread was started 3 days ago and has 1890 pages (I said this thread was started 3 days after I joined this board). After explaining some more (I may have mentioned the words "stream of consciousness"), she said some anthropologist will be very interested in this thread at some point in the future and write a dissertation about it.

Oooo, good idea! I have a BA in anthropology. I could claim this as a research project!

Today is dd18's graduation ceremony and reception at the home school tutorial. We are using ds21's diploma because dd won't get hers for another couple of weeks. I think I'll insert a piece of paper with "A + + + + + + +" written in red marker. Dd will recognize it from Ralphie's daydream in The Christmas Story.

Slachey! Duct tape!

Coffee!

Hooray for graduations! Congrats to your DD!

The news last night had a story about some flight somewhere in which a passenger tried to get into the cockpit during the flight. Passengers helped to subdue the guy and DUCT TAPED him to a seat.